How to sing an English ballad, including 60 songs by eminent authors (words).1869 |
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How to Sing an English Ballad, Including 60 Songs by Eminent Authors (Words) Elizabeth Philp Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
How to Sing an English Ballad, Including 60 Songs by Eminent Authors (Words) Elizabeth Philp Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
How to Sing an English Ballad, Including 60 Songs by Eminent Authors (Words) Elizabeth Philp Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
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Side 24 - The merry brown hares came leaping Over the crest of the hill, Where the clover and corn lay sleeping Under the moonlight still. 'Leaping late and early, Till under their bite and their tread The swedes, and the wheat, and the barley, Lay cankered, and trampled, and dead. 'A poacher's widow sat sighing On the side of the white chalk bank, Where under the gloomy fir-woods One spot in the ley throve rank. 'She watched a long tuft of clover, Where rabbit or hare never ran; For its black sour haulm covered...
Side 42 - When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among; God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young.
Side vi - I go, Baser and baser the richer I grow ; Who dare sport with the sin-defiled ? Shrink from me, turn from me, mother and child. Strong and free, strong and free, The floodgates are open, away to the sea. Free and strong, free and strong, Cleansing my streams as I hurry along To the golden sands, and the leaping bar, And the taintless tide that awaits me afar, As I lose myself in the infinite main, Like a soul that has sinned and is pardoned again. Undefiled, for the undefiled ; Play by me, bathe...
Side vi - Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child. Dank and foul, dank and foul, By the smoky town in its murky cowl; Foul and dank, foul and dank, By wharf and sewer and slimy bank...
Side 3 - I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world; Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears, And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the...
Side 4 - ... by one; (Hurry!) They have .fainted, and faltered, and homeward gone; His little fair page now follows alone, For strength and for courage trying! The king looked back at that faithful child; Wan was the face that answering smiled; They passed the drawbridge with clattering din, Then he dropped; and only the 'king rode in Where his rose of the isles lay dying!
Side 4 - Which he kept for battle and days of need; (Oh! ride as though you were flying!) Spurs were struck in the foaming flank; Worn-out chargers staggered and sank; Bridles were slackened and girths were burst;. But ride as they would, the king rode...
Side 4 - Which he kept for battle and days of need. (Oh, ride as though you were flying!) Spurs were struck in the foaming flank; Worn-out chargers staggered and sank; Bridles were slackened, and girths were burst; But ride as they would, the king rode first, For his rose of the isles lay dying! His nobles are beaten, one by one; (Hurry!) They have fainted and faltered, and homeward gone: His little fair page now follows alone, For strength and for courage trying. The king looked back at that faithful child;...
Side 4 - None welcomed the king from that weary ride ; For dead, in the light of the dawning day, The pale sweet form of the welcomer lay, Who had yearned for his voice while dying!